I would turn him into an anchor.
He's her second husband, her last shot at a secure life-style.
She was married to some other guy first, and lived in an affluent part of Boston.
They had two boys, now adults, but might have had other kids too but she doesn't mention them.
She took to the bottle, and started neglecting the children. One of them almost went bad, but was saved by some law-enforcement "scared straight" program; that was the one who, when smaller, used to have to go from bar-to-bar, searching for his mother so as to get his report-card for school signed.
Her first husband divorced her, taking the kids so they'd have a chance at life, but I dunno if that was before or after she moved to New Orleans, where she worked in a steakhouse and met her current husband, an eccentric Englishman who insists they live on a 300-square-foot boat so as to use less resources and save the planet.
The problem with that being they live on the boat, saving resources, only about a third of the time; the rest of the time, they're gallivanting around around the country and exotic foreign locations, renting expensive motor vehicles, staying in five-star hotel luxury suites, dining in only the top-rated establishments, using up far more planetary resources than if they'd just live in a house planted on the ground.
It's kind of like when college kids, wanting to know what it's like being homeless, camp out with all their Cabela's, L.L. Bean, Ben & Jerry's gear, and their electronic toys.
